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letra de god damn - peewee longway

[intro]
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
no conversation for a p-ssy n-gga

[chorus]
no conversation for a p-ssy n-gga
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
when the whip come stock, we don’t want that sh-t
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
she gotta’ wash that sh-t ‘fore i f-ck that b-tch
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
overnight the pack, [?] three-day sh-t
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
[verse 1]
n-gga, you snitch [?]
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
[?] my way, get ya’ ass knocked down
head chopper, shoot a hundred rounds
take a boot with the b-tch, think it déjà vu
they found the b-tch layin’ in the lounge
pull off in the cool coupe with the panorama roof
[?] sh-t made for a clown
longway pipe they’ ass down
i don’t f-ck around with a p-ssy n-gga
boujee b-tches, they ain’t bigger than me
blue benjamins, b-tch, you can’t find a $20
[?] in my mouth, straight out the dentist
back on the stove, cooking like i’m a chemist
balenci, givenchy, i change up my image
she bow down to my feet and make a wish, [?] b-tch
p-ssy look like she take a lot of d-ck
i ain’t f-ck around with ’em
[?] delivery, don’t f-ck around with it
overnight, my n-gga
og gas, clip it right off the vine
b-tch, i’m the plug, don’t question my line (longway, b-tch)

[chorus]
no conversation for a p-ssy n-gga
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
when the whip come stock, we don’t want that sh-t
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
she gotta’ wash that sh-t ‘fore i f-ck that b-tch
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
overnight the pack, [?] three-day sh-t
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
[verse 2]
that’s just the way i’m rockin’, p-ssy n-gga
i don’t f-ck around, god d-mn
[?] in a double-r, mounted up
trap for seven days, n-gga, count it up
i’m tryna’ get paid, n-gga, [?]
i’m ace boogie now, ran outta’ luck
all i need is [?], with a big pair of nuts and a handgun
i ain’t worrying ’bout a b-tch i done done-done
suzy-choosy pointers in my charm
in the trap, i’ma count it up [?]
rubber-bandin’ racks and all the ones
in the corner, stash all the coins
[?]
the man of the year, [?]
trapper turned rapper, two different funds
about the paper, shoot two different guns
push your taper back, give a f-ck ’bout where you from
p-ssy n-gga buy a [?] when he come around
i can’t smoke a blunt with [?]
he all in my mouth, i’m talkin’ bout the [?]
p-ssy n-gga tryna’ turn me over
i had to send ’em back to back, car full of [?]
knock a n-gga’s head off his shoulders (longway, b-tch)

- peewee longway

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